The Hidden City

by October's Song

There was an overwhelming scent of rot and salt in the air - almost as if he and the others had wandered too close to the edge of a swamp that now threatened to swallow them whole…bones and all. A collection of stories/snippets about the Wynchwood clan.

8. Lost Love

A poem for a as yet unnamed Imperial. He's a wraith who got bought back to life by his partner.

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In shadows deep, where silence weeps,

I wander through the dusk,

A hollow shell of scales once bright,

In memories, I trust.

Once I soared on winds of fire,

My heart a fierce, bold flame,

But darkness wrapped its tendrils tight,

And whispered my true name.

You called my spirit back to Sornieth,

A desperate, tender plea,

Yet here I stand, a ghostly shape,

A faded memory.

Your touch, it lingers on my skin,

A warmth that feels so near,

But I, a wraith, can hardly breathe,

In this half-life, I fear.

I see the stars we used to chase,

The moonlit paths we roamed,

But now I'm lost in twilight's haze,

A heart without a home.

You gave me breath, you gave me life,

Yet what is left of me?

A flicker in the dying light,

A shadow by the sea.

Still, I remember all your smiles,

The laughter in your eyes,

And though I'm broken, I hold tight

To love that never dies.

So let the night embrace my form,

Let darkness weave its thread,

For in this husk, your spirit sings,

And I am not yet dead.

Though I may never be the same,

I'll guard you from afar,

A silent watcher, a patient flame,

Your distant, fallen star.